Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 2:33:53 GMT
The voices in his head just wouldn’t leave him be, took delight in his torment. His movements stilled anyway, automatically responding to Calla’s gentle commands. The tears didn’t stop however, pouring down his cheeks as his large brown eyes – normally so full of life but now so glazed – looked up at her though long eyelashes. “I’m good, I’m good, I try so hard to be good but it never pleases him…”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 2:39:30 GMT
She lifted her hands in order to wipe the tears away from her face. “You’re very good, Trent. It’s impossible to please some people, but if it’s any consolation at all, I’m very pleased with you. You’re doing very well and I’m proud of you.” She closed what little distance was between them and held him close.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 2:47:56 GMT
His shoulder’s shook with sobs as Trent wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly back. When the voices would finally recede, her words would mean a lot to him, to be added to the collection of praises that were brought out and treasured in secret, knowledge that he wasn’t the failure his father said he was. “I just wish I was better, like other people. I just want to be like other people.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 2:58:03 GMT
“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I know you want to be like other people, but you’re perfect in my eyes. You always have been and you always will be.” Calla never knew whether or not her words meant anything to him, but she spoke from the heart and that was what mattered. She nuzzled him gently, still holding him close. Once again, she made the wish she so often seemed to make: she wished that she could take away all of his pain and just make him happy. She would do anything for him and it frustrated her that she couldn’t make things better for him like he wanted.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 3:12:27 GMT
“I love you so much…” Trent whispered softly, taking in her scent, the tears slowly ceasing. He felt somewhat calmer, almost detached from everything, a rapid swing. It wasn’t a good thing in his episodes as something tended to set him off again, but for a few moments at least, his world was still. Nothing moved in it and he was at peace.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 3:18:10 GMT
“I love you, too,” she whispered back, pushing his hair back away from his face. He seemed to be a bit calmer now and while she hated to suggest they start on their way again, she wanted to get him down off the rooftops while he was calmer. “Why don’t we go down to street level and walk back to the apartment that way? We’ll just take a nice slow stroll down the sidewalk. Why don’t we see what we want to do tomorrow if you’re feeling better? We can go to the music store and get you some new CDs or whatever else seems to look good.” She hoped that having something like that to distract him would help Trent stay calm on the way home. Though she would have to do a bit of work tomorrow, she could do that either in the morning or in the evening so that she could really spend the main part of the day with him.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 3:25:50 GMT
“Some new music? I’ve not got The Killer’s new album yet, I don’t know if it’ll be any good, I only liked a few songs from their first but they have some nice tunes. And the bargain bins always… always hold… goodness…” Trent trailed off, nodding seriously at her, even as he lost his train of thought. He gently untangled himself from the limpet he seemed to have turned into, the voices an unpleasant hum in his mind. Everything looked slightly distorted as if viewing thorough a gossamer haze.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 3:36:54 GMT
“Well, if you’re feeling better tomorrow, we’ll just go over to the music store and I’ll let you pick out a few things. If you’re not, then I’ll take you shopping for new music the next time you feel up for it. Does that sound good?” She stretched up slightly and kissed his jaw. She knew that he hadn’t thrown off the mood- it was never that easy- but she also knew that he was trying, and that was what mattered. “You don’t even have to shop the bargain bins if you don’t want to; you never do have to.” She took both of his hands in her own. “Are you ready to go down to street level, love?”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 8:47:59 GMT
Trent blinked a few times, Calla coming in and out of focus as it did so. It was so hard to concentrate tonight, even with the feel of both her hands in his. But she was talking about music and calling him love, so only good things could be happening. He smiled softly at her, slightly uncertain but trusting nevertheless. “Okay.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 19:41:25 GMT
“That’s my boy.” She returned the smile and led the way closer to the edge, where a fire escape waited approximately six feet below, just under the top most window. “We’ll take a nice little stroll, get back home and I’ll fix us a good dinner. Then if you still want me to, I’ll sit down and listen to you play the violin once I get the dishes washed and put away.” She stopped at the edge and peered over to make sure that she had led them to the appropriate place. “Does that sound good to you?”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 2, 2006 4:00:15 GMT
“That does sound good. Chicken for dinner? Poultry, bird, giver of the egg, born from the egg. The first and/or the second…” He continued to smile at her as they paused above the fire escape, Trent peering down at road below, devoid of any humans. It seemed anyone with any sense was indoors, in the warmth. “Ladies first,” Trent added, bowing slightly as he spoke.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 2, 2006 14:36:39 GMT
Calla took Trent’s rambling in stride- hadn’t she always?- and let go of his hands, giving him another smile. “Always the gentleman.” She kissed him gently on the jaw before moving fluidly over the edge of the building, landing as soundlessly as was possible on the metal platform, just at the edge of the narrow steps that led down from it. She knew that she could have made the jump to the ground without a fuss, but she had positioned them just above the fire escape for a reason. At the moment, she had it in her head to take the stairs.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Nov 2, 2006 22:04:42 GMT
The kiss made him blink before grinning broadly, blushing as he did. No matter how long they were together or how many times she kissed him, he still had trouble believing that Calla loved him or wanted him in any way. It seemed more insane than he was – and that was saying something. After she jumped down he waited a second or two, letting her move out of the way before carefully launching himself down as well, landing with a rather ungainly thump on the metal platform below. “Oops…”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 3, 2006 0:36:52 GMT
Calla gave a little smile at Trent’s landing. When nothing serious had happened his ‘oops’ could be quite adorable. “Oops nothing, darling. Your landing was fine.” At least, to her it was. Trent might have had the ability to worry her at times, but he never really did anything wrong in her eyes. She supposed that that was simply one of the effects love could have on someone. Sure that he would follow her, Calla turned and started down the narrow metal steps, not bothering with the thin handrails on either side.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Nov 3, 2006 16:37:35 GMT
Calla had that ability to make everything seem alright in his world, to turn all of his mistakes into something if not positive then as least no longer negative. It make Trent feel warm inside, images and ideas in his brain that he knew would never come out right if he tried to say them. But to play his feelings, that he could do and if he picked this moment to immortalise in music, then maybe Calla would know just how much that simple comment had meant to him.
Trent followed Calla down the metal steps, his left hand hovering just above the handrails so that he could grab it if need be.
Continued at: Alleys and Streets; Downtown Streets with Calla
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